We all have skills and talents. But do we use them? For good? Are what you good at something that you love to do? Usually. I love to watch those people who I love most shine. Sometimes, it actually brings tears to my eyes. Yes, I cry…but don’t tell anyone…I have a reputation. One of my favorite things to see is my boys doing “their thing”. All of my boys. I love watching Mike coach as he brings his wisdom and love of baseball to a new group of boys that look up to him and to our boys when they come to help him. I love watching Josh come to the big stage and bring his “A” game as he did last night. I love watching Brett perform in his band and know he loves it too. I love watching Aaron take to the stage during his show choir performances. I am very proud of them. Me? What do I do best? I do this. I write. I share. I talk (maybe too much). I give very good hugs 0 or so I have been told. We expend the amount of energy and focus on what we love to do by how much we do it. No professional baseball player hates to play baseball. Have you asked yourself the question, “What is the one thing you wish you could change about your life?” Now, if you have asked yourself that question, have you answered it? If it is something that you TRULY love, your answer will never change. For those brief moments that absolutely drive you crazy, you wouldn’t change it if you could. And the best part is that once you are there, you cannot imagine yourself being anywhere else. What do you do best? If you don’t show the world your best, then you are cheating us all out of who you really are. I did that to people who never did that to me, but I did not know that then. Why is it that as we get older, our perspective on what matters most seems to be more focused on what really matters most. On a whim, I notice an updated picture of someone who I have known since 5th grade on her Facebook profile and I comment on it. She has not changed since I saw her last over 20 years ago. We played softball together for many years and I always felt a great deal of confidence when she was hurling the heat — and she could do it too. Until high school, I was her shortstop and then I became her left fielder. I told her that we always loved it when she was out there, doing her best, and she knew we were behind her, always going to do our best as well. Next thing you know, we are thinking about me going out to California to visit her. I have no idea what to expect, what her life is like now, but she said she misses me. I want to see her again and catch up if we can over 20 years. One of the things I do best is that I bring my heart to every day and allow those around me to finally see me.
Michelle Homme 2012 ©